This is the childhood/past of my OC Safari Flores in my story, Survival Of The Most Scarred.
I do not, nor have I ever, owned Harry Potter.
I am listening to: Concrete Angel by Martina McBride
Summary: An abused child can only take so much…Apathy can only help so much…Help is always too late…Rated T
"Concrete Angel"
Chapter 1
"The End Is The Beginning"
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Barring the burden of a secret storm, sometimes she wishes she were never born.
She tried to hide, pulling herself into a small corner, she hears her brother's screams, and hears him yelling for her to stay hidden. She puts her head on her knees, letting silent sobs take over her body. Suddenly, he stops screaming, but she hears his muttering, and her father yelling. What happened?
She crawled away from the furnace, she had always been small, whether that was due to starvation, or her genes, she never asked. She always made sure that her little sister was fed.
She tip-toed down the stairs, peeking her head down. She saw her father, the man who was supposed to protect them, over her brother's frail form. The many scars over him were showing, the belt was thrown off to the side, her father's wand digging into his neck.
Her brother's eyes widen, seeing her. He discreetly shook his head, trying to get her to hide, but her father saw. He turned around, and ran to the stairs, grabbing her skinny wrist and dragging her the rest of the way down. She gulped; she knew she was in for it this time.
He back handed her. Blood leaked down her chin from a split lip; she didn't dare wipe it in case it angered him.
He pushed her down to the ground, landing a kick in her ribs. She felt one crack but didn't yell out, knowing not to give up just yet.
"Say something!" he yelled at her, grabbing her blue hair (a boy at school hexed it blue and couldn't find the counter-curse).
She looked at him with wide, guarded brown eyes, defiant to do anything. She gathered all her courage and spit on his face. If he was focused on her, he'd leave the others alone.
"You bitch!" he snarled, throwing her against the wall, letting her to crumple to the floor. Still, she kept her mouth firmly shut.
"That all you got?" she taunted in her raspy voice, since she never used it, "a five year old could do better."
His eyes hardened. He dragged her from the floor, and tied her to a chair. He dragged her brother and little sister in front of her. He beat her sister in front of her.
Next was her brother, she tried to break the binds but all she did was tire herself out.
"Crucio!" the screams were horrible, she felt the tears soak her face, she was slightly glad that her sister was knocked out.
He kept it up for 6 more hours. When he finally untied her, she got up, her eyes devoid of emotion.
"Broke yet?" he asked.
"Not in the slightest." She said, gaining some strength.
"Fine." He gave a wicked grin, lifting his wand to her sister.
She stayed silent; she already caused them enough pain.
"Avada Kedravra." He said a grin still on his face. Safari felt her knees go weak, falling down.
"Not so strong now?" he questioned. He tortured her brother again, then turned his wand on her.
"Any last words brat?" he questioned, she saw her brother on the floor, muttering incoherently, crying his eyes out.
"Just a couple." She spoke in a quiet dangerous voice, with such power that it surprised him a bit. "I never loved you."
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
A fragile soul caught in the middle of fate, when morning comes it will be too late.
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